RAPE IS EVITABLE!

I saw some real monsters today! It was one of the most horrible days of my life.
I survived a rape!
I survived from being gang-raped rather!
I survived from being called an inevitable rape victim!


He tightly holded my hands as we were walking through the river shore. Mild breeze lifted away the hair tangles from my face. He laughed seeing my hair_banded_otherwise_untied hair strands distrurbing me. I looked like a doll_he said. Blushed I.


This place was not unknown to us except the route we took today. It crossed some dark_lonely lanes. Nothing disturbed me except the site of some guys following us abruptly. I failed to notice their intentions. I thought it was a completely safe place till I was with him.


Amidst the crowd and rush; the silent ambiance of this place really attracts me ; whatsoever is the risk percentage to visit it at the evening hours.


We were fetching the same old dirty steps over the dry sand. Laughed we when imbalanced. Kissed we when came closer. Hugged we when no body was around.


This place could never have been so haunted if we didn't see few really su*king people smoking weeds.
The dim light was not enough to get a clear picture of what the troop of guys were doing.
 We decided to return back to our hostels. Turned we.


Shouted upon by few really disastrous looking guys; we were horribly terrified.
I holded him by his shoulder. He holded me back.
Soon five to seven bullshit_smelling guys surrounded us. One of them slapped me really hard. Asked he what I was doing at this late hour with a guy? Asked he if I was intrested in fu*king him! Asked he if he could do the same!
Frowned I at the monster. He slapped me again! He pressed my breast! He touched my hips. He rubbed his fingers over my belly line! He annoyed me. I was disgusted. I was helpless!
The monster holded my man ;hands_back. He shouted. He pleaded. Nothing helped.
I shouted. I didn't plead. I stepped his legs. His hand continued to rub my breast. His touch made me feel like a prostitute. I felt like dying at that peak hour but the basta*d was enjoying. Enjoying were the fellow monsters. Laughed all except we.

Soon came running other troop of guys. Now I was surrounded by around 40 guys ranging from child to uncle. It really pissed me off when a guy torch lighted my face and pressed me all over like a cotton swab. I was slapped. I was tortured. I was frightened. I was shivering. I sweated. I cried. I shouted.


The deaf ears had their eyes on my body. I was unexposedly raped. I was x-rayed all over.
A hand holded my lips together. I looked back. The same old monster. His fingers traced my buttock line. He embraced me in his arms. His touch was painful than being thorned with cactus.


My soul was bleeding. The demons slanged me. My man was slanged for bringing me here. I heard the worst slangs of my life. Thought I_how miserably helpless I was!


I could not  believe my ears when a guy said he will fetch me home like his own sister!
Among those horrible basta*ds did he survive for a noble cause? Or were his intentions cheaper than the others? Why didn't he like the other nasty devils, touch me? My tired mind could not judge him. The half moon failed to show his face.


That cupid fetched us till the city road. The devils continued to follow us. They were slanging the cupid. They said he will be beaten if he let us go. The monster didn't leave any slight chance to touch me. He inserted his hand into my wear. He managed to tore it apart. He continued pinching me all over my body. I was aggitated. I gave horrible shouts. I was slanged again. I was helpless again!


With the very first house I saw, I holded my breath. I ran to the lady's rescue who stood there after her evening chores. She caressed me and asked what was wrong. I entered her house and cried aloud. The monsters threatened the lady to pull us out. The lady nodded a ''no''. She was slanged. She shouted. She said she will call the villagers. The monsters surrendered the battle.


My close eyes failed to discard the faces. My ears echoed the slangs louder. My hands were rigid. My breasts were paining. I felt like slashing them off. My whole body shivered. As if to dust down the dirt that coated me.


While I walked back , he said he was sorry for not being a ''man''. I shallowed his guilt saying _heroes fly only in movies!
Sitting alone in my room, I am safe!
But the silence hovers me. A feeling of vomit , nausea , guilt bestows upon me.


How big is this sin?
THE SIN OF BEING A GIRL?